Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bolivia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
Franke,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
Hardrive,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.